“In Germany we have a name for being in your twenties: “the wandering years”, when you are totally liberated and independent, free to experience whatever you want, thinking of no one but yourself.” Ute Lemper.
“Whatever Stendhal was writing about, his own responses were his real subject. One of his nicknames was “Jemoi” — “I-me”. He documented his emotions “with the absorption of a naturalist describing the habits of some bird or insect.” With the melancholy precision of a career civil servant, he noted sexual strategies in his journals.”
“Readers may be interested in his formula for maintaining a permanent erection. Rub the big toe of the right foot with a paste made of the ashes of a tarantula mixed with olive oil.”
Suddenly all those boring songs on my TV now seem exciting, after yesterday. It only takes one girl to bring a club to life, and a city to life. All the year I’ve been saying this year hasn’t caught fire yet, and it finally happens on November 1st, Day of the Dead. Everything that kills me makes me feel alive. Everything that financially ruins me makes me feel alive. Oh god, just walking round my room with a beer, a full erection just thinking about Leyla. It was about this time last year I met Lucy in Fifth Avenue and Adelina in Vienna, who both had a similar effect on me, but I never saw either of them again. You keep looking, these diamonds keep turning up.
Then on way home this morning on B—— platform London side walking to exit black bun, olive green sweater dress over most enormous bouncy knockers and black stockings. Absolutely sensational. Can you IMAGINE working in the office all day with that???? I would have an erection all day and be masturbating in the toilets 20 times a days.